the rain outside of my window
brings back memories of you
as it softly hits my window as the wind blows
i think of you
how smooth your voice is
how soft your skin is
how passionate you become
laying by window, seeing it fall so hard but look so delicate
helps you come to mind
watching the clouds move. fast and beautifully
paints an image of you in my head
you dance in the rain without a care in the world
your smile and childlike character helps me feel free again
as i dream of seeing you again
i can feel you taking my hand
and dancing with me as you sing to me
it's so hard to feel this again
without you by my side
but all i know is that whenever i see rain
i will always think you
forever

when the language of rain
is in need of
translation.

when the parallel lines
have
crossed.

when observing the time
by the pizza boxes
arching
toward
a ceiling fan.

when pages of
stories are skipped
to the end unread.

rain touches the lonely,
rain is weaving  
the hearts
with dreams.

rain colors the lonely
arching in color
touching the sky.  

droplets  of water
through your window glass
tapping of comfort
of watering eyes.

I don't want to be just another notification.
Just another bland "like" on your poem,
followed up by yet  another generic comment.

I want to stand out in my attempt to show you how much the words you wrote meant to me.
I want you to understand how close you've come to understanding something deeper -
Something inside of me.

But maybe that's just the thing:
We're all trying so desperately to be understood.
A handful of anonymous clicks hardly does us any good.

Just another means to a fix -
Another indulgence of an insatiable addict.

I'd quit if I could.

Your a big puzzle piece in my life.
Walking away would forever leave me incomplete.